After smashing the female ghost's head, Jiang Chen carefully picked up her corpse, dug a pit nearby, took her previous heads out of the Sack he carried, strung them together with steel wire, and buried them.
All the while, he kept muttering.
"Plant melons, get melons. Plant beans, get beans. Plant a female ghost, get a female ghost. Ideally, a little ghost too..."
Everyone's expressions froze completely, and they all sucked in a cold breath.
They had really fucking overthought things earlier.
This wasn't some bleeding-heart moment. He was fucking Yama reincarnated!
Zheng Yuan no longer dared to approach. He even backed away several steps, staring at the young man before him in utter shock.
He had been the closest earlier.
And he had seen most clearly how, whether the man was sneaking up behind the female ghost, smashing her head with a hammer, or even stitching her corpse together with steel wire afterward...
Throughout the entire process.
His expression had remained chillingly calm.
That was the scariest part. It meant he hadn't gone mad and briefly committed these horrifying acts. He was extremely practiced-an old hand at a glance!
He dared not imagine.
Just what sort of mysterious, brutal past this young man had, carrying a huge hammer with all manner of things hanging from his waist.
"...Brother."
After a long pause, Zheng Yuan finally steeled himself and spoke. "You may be powerful, but even you can't withstand the grave-guarding ghost wearing you down like this. I suggest we dig up this grave and finish her off as soon as possible."
Jiang Chen stubbornly shook his head.
"Digging up a grave is profoundly disrespectful to the dead. I'd rather go to a little more trouble and kill her a few more times than let you insult a young girl